"When a forgotten brother walks back into their world, the Rajendra heirs learn that mending blood ties is harder than making them - and far more dangerous to the heart."

A fun DNA test leads the five Rajendra brothers to a shocking discovery-they have an unknown elder half-brother named Karan. Curious and excited, they track him down, only to find a quiet, brilliant man who shares their mother's eyes but not their history. As they meet for the first time, questions, emotions, and hopes rise-will he accept them, and can they become a family?

Born to be the death of an Asura, he was cursed to take birth on Bhulok by a Widow. After the curse, He took birth in bhulok in the kingdom of Madurai. Join him in his journey of guidance to the ones wronged and his wrath to the egotistical people. Started : 27th March, 2026.

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Daughter of the Sun. Sister of warriors. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

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A Mahabharat Time Travel Fanfiction Meet Yashvi, a 20 year old Indian girl who time travels to the biggest epic in the world - The Mahabharat Time But what will happen when she gets to know it's not the Mahabharat, she knew and it's exactly opposite to it? What will happen if she learns some things about her which she was unaware of? What changes she will bring to the epic? Join her and her siblings in this journey as she navigates through the epic, changing the course of someone special...

CAN ONE GIRL REWRITE DESTINY? The Hundredth Heartbeat In one life, she was invisible. In the next, she is the heart of Hastinapur ​After dying alone from heart failure in the modern world, a neglected girl is reborn into the Dwapara Yuga as the youngest sister of the Kauravas. Born ten years after her hundred brothers and one sister she is the miracle child of Hastinapur-cherished by the very men's history calls villains. ​Now, she finally has the family she prayed for, but she carries a heavy secret: she knows how they all will die. As the shadows of the Kurukshetra war loom, can a girl who was once a ghost change the fate of the greatest empire on Earth? Or is she destined to lose the only brothers who ever truly saw her?

Ramashrita, the spirited daughter of Shri Ram, raised in the shadow of dharma. Mayadhwaj, the enigmatic son of Ravan, born from fire and claimed by adharma. Between the Child of Righteousness and the Heir of Ruin, stretch eons, legacies, and the weight of the worlds they chose, yet something quiet insists on seeing past blood, past names, past the curse. Seated before the ancient Sage Kaagbhushundi, Amarsri and Srinav listen to their own tale of a previous Mahayuga, a cycle where destiny wove a jagged thread between light and shadow.

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